I Hate it when we fight
You said something that intrigued me.
Man, that I am went silent.
Woman, as you are thought I had upset.
What followed was a wee bruehaha.
Its time we learned to relax.
I love to love you.
But hate it when we fight.
Words can become daggers.
Hurt with a single blow forwards.
I would die a thousand deaths than see you hurt.
I know I want to kiss you to stop you worrying.
You know that my aim would never miss..
Thus ending a a battle over nothing.
I love to make up when we argue.
Watch your face blossom with that glow.
I won't tell anyway what it was all about.
Just so long as I don't see you upset.
For a thousand curses I would upon myself I wish.
Than to see you hurt.
I Siddiqi 15.02.09
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